A/N I know I haven't been posting for quite a while and I must offer my sincere apology for my absence. If you still have a tiny tingle of anticipation for my story 'Sacrifice', I am happy to announce that I will probably come up with an update in the coming week. (I wish.) Believe me, I know it's cruel to leave it like that without a proper ending it deserves. As for now, in a bid to make up for the no- posts, here is something that I have put together under one theme- voice. Please tell me if you guys like it or not. I may expand it into a series or something if responses are favourable.
It doesn't concern with a particular character so you may insert the name of the subject as you like. However, if I were honest with myself, the whole inspiration of this piece came from my favourite couple- with Ryan writing to Marissa, probably as a reminiscence of their lives together. I am aware of the fact that he's not a man of many words but that only makes his outburst of emotions more endearing, with one that bears a gentle touch of fragility. I am not sure if it makes sense at all and I can only hope that the idea resonates with some of you. All right, I will shut up now (Sorry for the extremely long-winded announcement) and let you read. Don't forget to leave you thoughts!
Upon voices…
Your laughter
Never could I forget your melodic laugh when you were being tickled. While there was always a hint of discreetness in your voice, the music to my ears was laced with nothing but pure joy. It was as if troubles in the world have slipped away when a soft chuckle was drawn from your lips, evoking the blissful memories we have accumulated in the secret vault. The tip of the pitch soared, waltzing with the air in delight and vanishing to no where when it came to a halt.
Your little puff
I did not know if you have noticed- whenever something drove you mad, it was always the little puffs which gave your mask of anger away. There were times when I envied the air which you breathed in and out as it was so close to you in a way that I could never experience. The puffs that escaped your lips were coloured by mock, scoffing at me with haughty malice. I, who wished that our places were interchanged, was under struggle to keep the desire at bay. How I longed to be the air which you embraced with your whole being!
Your snore
Don't ever be embarrassed- your rhythmic snores have given a reassuring touch to the haunting silence. They spoke volume of how realistic and valuable you life was, sealing my unbridled doubts on whether you were literally within my reach. There was something innocent about the sound of your snore, as if you trusted me enough to reveal your true self, albeit unknowingly, to my presence. Just by hearing your snore would I be able to draw out the conviction of love and solace by knowing you were at peace.
Your heartbeat
While I was not the reason which supported the functioning of your heart, for such saying only occurred in literature, I would have spent a lifetime carving for the beatings if ever you let me. Not only did your pumping heart paint a rosy glow on your cheeks but also subtly defined your existence. It was fraught with individuality and delicacy that had your name written all over the sound. Your heart, a heroine of her own, would floor all men by its solemn pounding as it continued to voice an ardent desire of survival. At times when your emotions were veiled by the empty shadow splattered across your face, it was your accelerating heartbeats which gave me better access to the hidden truth beneath your composure. I found neither shame nor awkwardness when I pressed my ear on your chests, listening to your heart fly. All I felt was sheer love as I held dear to the key of your heart.